CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : HITLIST
Grrah
Ayy, too many opps man (Grrah)
F**k them n***as, we gon' catch ya, that's why, get to blickin'
I'm too hot
Grrah, ayy, grrah-grrah
Grrah, ayy
COE, all these thoughts in my head, like
And them n***as on
His b*t*h tryna f**k for a share, like
B*t*h, I keep the Glock on my rib
Brodie said pa** him the shot, he gon' walk down, dismiss him (Grrah)
He catch a opp, get to clickin' (Clickin')
F**k the opps, they be dissin' like (F**k the opps, they be dissin')
'Til a opp n***a missin'
These n***as talkin', but they ain't never did sh*t like (Ain't ever did sh*t)
Why my block being mentioned? Like (Why my block being mentioned?)
'Cause my block got attention like (Block got attention)
B*t*h, we got 40s extended like
And we known for the clickin' (known for the clickin')
I hate talkin' 'bout opps 'cause it's sh*t I can't mention (It's sh*t I can't mention)
I get money, big difference
N***as get shot and still wanna be dissin'
N***as goofy, they all be on kid sh*t like
This sh*t gon' get scary when I make the hitlist
No, I ain't worried, b*t*h, I really did sh*t
Up this sh*t in a hurry, b*t*h, I really blitz sh*t
Too many opps I can name in a zip
Rah, Lotti, that dub’ never hit
Like opta, swear they be all on my d**k
Send a baba, we catch her takin' a flick
Throw a L up, let it drop
We make it hot in this b*t*h
Hella dots on the side, watch 'em fry in this sh*t
We got too many opps, they ain't slidin' and sh*t, grrah
I be drippin', that's the sh*t that I like to do (like to do)
Up this pipin' and sh*t, I ain't fightin' you (Fightin' you)
But we get to beatin' his a**, just to stay hypin' you
Like, he don't up on the drill, he that type of dude (He that type of dude)
I could never tote Beretta
They know me, b*t*h, I shoot through the sweater
Like, I get rough, I do drills, any weather
Walk down gang, tell me, who do it better?
We catch him right, b*t*h, we beating on optas
Bullets hot, make a opp do the cha-cha
Spinnin' what? B*t*h, they ain't spinnin' my block
Smokin', n***as aimed at his māthā
Duckin' five-oh, little bro made the block hot
Spot a opp, up the heat, let the chop fly
He move to his head and shots from his hotspot
B*t*h, I'm with the gang, so I'm feelin' like Popeye
If I'm dolie, I'm still lettin' sh*t fly
Like why would I lie? Up that sh*t on like six guys
No kizzy, this sh*t really happen
N***as cappin', that's all for reactions
Blastin', that's on bro, I get active
Lackin', leave that boy in the past tense
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Put that boy all in his caption
Brodie said pa** him the shot, he gon' walk down, dismiss him (Grrah)
He catch a opp, get to clickin' (Clickin')
F**k the opps, they be dissin' like
'Til a opp n***a missin'
These n***as talkin', but they ain't never did sh*t like (Ain't ever did sh*t)
Why my block being mentioned? Like (Why my block being mentioned?)
'Cause my block got attention like (Block got attention)
B*t*h, we got 40s extended like
And we known for the clickin'
I hate talkin' 'bout opps 'cause it's sh*t I can't mention
I get money, big difference
N***as get shot and still wanna be dissin'
N***as goofy, they all be on kid sh*t like
This sh*t gon' get scary when I make the hitlist
No, I ain't worried, b*t*h, I really did sh*t
Up this sh*t in a hurry, b*t*h, I really blitz sh*t
B*t*h, I really blitz sh*t, like
But we don't flex what they make off this hitlist, like
All them n***as on kid sh*t, like
Little bro get to blitzin'
Tell 'em n***as, "Just eat"
Like, bro in the cut with the speed like, and that .40, ah
Grrah, but that sh*t bought like a speaker
Ayy, too many opps man (Grrah)
F**k them n***as, we gon' catch ya, that's why, get to blickin'
I'm too hot
Grrah, ayy, grrah-grrah
Grrah, ayy
COE, all these thoughts in my head, like
And them n***as on
His b*t*h tryna f**k for a share, like
B*t*h, I keep the Glock on my rib
Brodie said pa** him the shot, he gon' walk down, dismiss him (Grrah)
He catch a opp, get to clickin' (Clickin')
F**k the opps, they be dissin' like (F**k the opps, they be dissin')
'Til a opp n***a missin'
These n***as talkin', but they ain't never did sh*t like (Ain't ever did sh*t)
Why my block being mentioned? Like (Why my block being mentioned?)
'Cause my block got attention like (Block got attention)
B*t*h, we got 40s extended like
And we known for the clickin' (known for the clickin')
I hate talkin' 'bout opps 'cause it's sh*t I can't mention (It's sh*t I can't mention)
I get money, big difference
N***as get shot and still wanna be dissin'
N***as goofy, they all be on kid sh*t like
This sh*t gon' get scary when I make the hitlist
No, I ain't worried, b*t*h, I really did sh*t
Up this sh*t in a hurry, b*t*h, I really blitz sh*t
Too many opps I can name in a zip
Rah, Lotti, that dub’ never hit
Like opta, swear they be all on my d**k
Send a baba, we catch her takin' a flick
Throw a L up, let it drop
We make it hot in this b*t*h
Hella dots on the side, watch 'em fry in this sh*t
We got too many opps, they ain't slidin' and sh*t, grrah
I be drippin', that's the sh*t that I like to do (like to do)
Up this pipin' and sh*t, I ain't fightin' you (Fightin' you)
But we get to beatin' his a**, just to stay hypin' you
Like, he don't up on the drill, he that type of dude (He that type of dude)
I could never tote Beretta
They know me, b*t*h, I shoot through the sweater
Like, I get rough, I do drills, any weather
Walk down gang, tell me, who do it better?
We catch him right, b*t*h, we beating on optas
Bullets hot, make a opp do the cha-cha
Spinnin' what? B*t*h, they ain't spinnin' my block
Smokin', n***as aimed at his māthā
Duckin' five-oh, little bro made the block hot
Spot a opp, up the heat, let the chop fly
He move to his head and shots from his hotspot
B*t*h, I'm with the gang, so I'm feelin' like Popeye
If I'm dolie, I'm still lettin' sh*t fly
Like why would I lie? Up that sh*t on like six guys
No kizzy, this sh*t really happen
N***as cappin', that's all for reactions
Blastin', that's on bro, I get active
Lackin', leave that boy in the past tense
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Put that boy all in his caption
Brodie said pa** him the shot, he gon' walk down, dismiss him (Grrah)
He catch a opp, get to clickin' (Clickin')
F**k the opps, they be dissin' like
'Til a opp n***a missin'
These n***as talkin', but they ain't never did sh*t like (Ain't ever did sh*t)
Why my block being mentioned? Like (Why my block being mentioned?)
'Cause my block got attention like (Block got attention)
B*t*h, we got 40s extended like
And we known for the clickin'
I hate talkin' 'bout opps 'cause it's sh*t I can't mention
I get money, big difference
N***as get shot and still wanna be dissin'
N***as goofy, they all be on kid sh*t like
This sh*t gon' get scary when I make the hitlist
No, I ain't worried, b*t*h, I really did sh*t
Up this sh*t in a hurry, b*t*h, I really blitz sh*t
B*t*h, I really blitz sh*t, like
But we don't flex what they make off this hitlist, like
All them n***as on kid sh*t, like
Little bro get to blitzin'
Tell 'em n***as, "Just eat"
Like, bro in the cut with the speed like, and that .40, ah
Grrah, but that sh*t bought like a speaker
